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My very first published travelogue on Rediff Get Ahead…
http://getahead.rediff.com/slide-show/2010/jun/15/slide-show-1-travel-dalhousie-is-a-walkers-paradise.htm
Hope its the first one of many more to come…
wow.. does life really change so much in …15 days?
i was wondering .. when the last time i wrote that post .. where i was and what state of mind. and then i gave up.
cos its not even remotely possible for me to relive the stress i must ve been bearing .. a day before.. umm.. life changed :)
got the most amazing v day present .. a new life , a new love- a new job offer , that let me dive into something unknown with the promise of discovering something new.
a new job! with an awesome brand . i only wish it could ve been a little different, i found myself almost arm wrestled. but then.. it was meant to be this way so can i really question the way things shaped?
a quick exit. a quick entry . a jump start and now i find myself running all over the place( like i love to) , browsing to my hearts content( ditto ) and on a high ( all the time !)
my birthday was quite special. started off feeling quite low( being 27 isnt the most exciting thing that can happen to a totally lost yet self contained 26 yr old (thats me))
errrr question!! can we really put brackets inside brackets?
anyways its my page and i ve already done that , so where were we?
yes.. a spl day. why ? coz i connected with a lot of people i would ve loved to spend the day with. Not too many people would go about dressing up , walking in your previous work space with a cake for your own bday . smiling and smiling some more . i did. a lot of calls that i never expected. a couple of messages that i wish never came in . A nice dinner with people i hardly know – and cant really classify as friends/relatives/strangers.
A nice day .
and i felt quite okay dealing with the day inspite of thinking a zillion times how each one of the last 3 odd birthdays have been for me..
at MICA in 2005
at Piramal Haveli in 2006
at Ahmedabad in 2007
some how at each of those ‘stages’ a bit of growing up happened ( why is it that growing up has become synonymous with handling life s unexpected turns)
and i think this yr the best ever growing up happened. coz i was with myself.
and i was absolutely fine.
I had this charming collection of poems
They were about silver speckled fantasy
I used to keep them hidden under my pillow
And never let anybody see
I left them behind with the excess baggage
As I moved to another city
Now I write about how things really are
And how I would want them to be
